This is a song about "Thugs love"

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

‘cuz people still remember thugs killing tupac,

The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Hence thugs have become the number one threat

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

European model white bitch is eating donuts

True thugs, guzzle mugs, jugs, mean mugs, no hugs,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Where im from theres addicts, sluts, nd thugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs